I cry, I cry very hard
My heart breaks, I count every shard
A million pieces to be exact
Not even my soul remains intact
I'm empty inside
My pain I don't easily hide
Who would have thought it could have been you
Who could sear my heart right through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
**typo** but other than that, very good poem, you know what your doing, and that makes me happy :) ilyyy x3, mill